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Your kisses covered me like wildflowers,
Persistent and bright and sweet.
You held me loosely,
As if your flowers would be crushed,
Their fragile ..
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I told you I wanted
To be your friend,
But the bald truth was
I couldn't bear to see us end.
I told you lies
That I approved
Of the sordid plac..
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I remember dreaming of you,
Your soft hands like silken cloth
Or heavy cream,
Pouring over my curves,
Whispering against my skin.
I stretched ben..
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This is for a contest...how you get over a broken heart...
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It comes in lustful flashes,
Rather than one fluid memory:
Ducking off the path to kiss,
Fearing that the creepy neighbors
Would witness our tryst..
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This poem was for a contest: Write a letter to someone you once loved asking for one more chance. It didn't win, but I was proud of it cuz I suck at..
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I fell down the stairs today.
The left ankle buckled sideways,
Hinge to a trapdoor,
Tossing my body to the basement floor,
Head clapping against t..
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I find it strange,
Peculiar
That a deadened, empty mind
Persists in echoing volatile protest
LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!!
A brilliant intellec..
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Well, this was a dream sequence that I wrote originally on Writer's Cafe after some revisions on a journal poem.
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Your kiss gently drew at my heart,
Suckling at loving valves.
Atrophied muscles released with quivers,
Gasping in soft finality
Before failing me,..
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